Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Behind Clouds or Fog

I'm waiting for words to tumble down from the skyalong with the forecast of rain.

And while the leaves are lifting from trees like birdsfleeing on the wind from the unspoken threat of a harshwinter,

the breeze here still unseasonably warm, as strong as it is...stars are visible, intermittant behind clouds or fog.

What is there to think ofat 4 a.m. before coffee, while waitingfor that dark aroma that nevercatches.

Hazy mind this early in the half-lightof a balcony taking in the refreshingwind of this mid-November, too warmundercover, half asleep yet unable to sleep, and I welcome the coolnessof here...

What goes through your mind while staringat the flowers I still call my mother's geraniums 'cause that was her thing -marveling at how they've survived so late in the season, still blooming newsome two months beyond the anniversary of her death.

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Who's Baileykix?

Animal lover and animal welfare advocate... for the past eight years, I've held a series of dream jobs where I've worked with animals. Right now, I groom dogs and I love what I do. I'm addicted to social networking, photography and videography. My two kids are grown and out of the nest. So I spend my spare time with my other two (fur)kids, Boo-Boo and Moopy, my Shih-tzu and Malti-poo.